The Prince of Darkness (The Freelancers Book 3) by Isserow Lee

Author:Isserow, Lee [Isserow, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: ABAM.info
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

The price

Jules hadn't eaten for days, and as much as he knew he should be in hiding before it was time to go to the final church, at Ana's insistence, the three of them went to a noodle bar down the road from Sloane Square. It was her favourite place to eat, secreted away down an innocuous set of stairs, which opened out into a beautiful courtyard and a little stall that sold simple, yet delicious, Vietnamese food.

As they were served their starters, Ana realised the environment, as attractive as it was, dulled her appetite. The courtyard was surrounded by greenery, vines hung down from the buildings around them, potted plants were dotted around the tables. It felt as though the mis-en-scene was designed solely to dig the knife in deeper, make her hurt all the more for what they had been forced to do to help Jules.

“Couldn't we have done it last?” she asked, barely even aware the words had left her lips. “Gone off to the safe then doubled back to the apothecary. Let it have a better chance of surviving?”

“Rituals don't work like that,” Rafe replied. “You know that. There's a pattern, a rhyme and reason written into reality.”

There was a ringing in his periphery that distracted him from the conversation.

“Shana?” Ana asked, as she observed him look off the to side, then kill the call.

He nodded.

“She's been trying to get through to me since we left the Bloomsbury, Tali too.”

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“Not much to say, not like we're going to answer, not yet.” She shrugged, and toyed with her pho chay, moved the mushrooms around in the bowl, and found herself feeling sorry for them.

“I'm getting it done,” Jules said. “I promise”

Ana's gaze shot over to him. He was on call.

“The Circle came after me and I couldn't do it alone. They don't work for them, they're freelancers. . . I. . . hired them. . .”

He stood up from the table and began to pace the courtyard as the kidnappers talked in his head.

“I didn't have a choice―I'm going to do what you asked―”

Jules stopped dead in his tracks, and tears began to well in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Ana asked.

“We need to go,” he mumbled, “back to my house.” He lifted his head back up as a portal of shadows exploded into existence directly in front of him.

The stall owner squealed in fear, but none of the three cared enough to mesmerise him.

“Why? What did they say?”

He wiped away the tears and turned to Ana.

“They said. . . If I screw with them, it won't just be my son that pays the price. . .”

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